A big piece of twine stretched from my bed all the way to
the pull chain in the light on my wall.First, I would look under my bed to make sure there wasn’t a big hand
going to grab my leg.Next, with a quick
hop into bed, I would pull the covers over my head, and yank the twine to
switch off the light!I’d lay there with
my heart pounding wildly for a few moments!

It was silly, but as a teenager, I had a vivid imagination
and this was my reassuring process to help secure a good night’s sleep.

Where did all that fear come from?Was there something that happened in my past
that caused these fears?Could I blame
one of my parents for this dread?Perhaps !!

There was a time when I was very young; it was a dark night
and we were traveling in Dad’s old car, headed for home.The country road was lined with orchards on
either side and there were no lights other than the headlights of our car.Also, there were no gas stations for a pit
stop.

“Mommy I have to pee,” I whispered to her.Mother asked my dad to stop the car and let
me out.Now I was used to a potty chair
or our outhouse, but my Dad told me to go over to the ditch and do my
business.I was extremely frightened
just to be in that forsaken place and was not at all certain that I really
wanted to do this.

Naturally, I was taking too long and Dad was impatient to
get home.He called out, “You better
hurry because there might be bears out there behind those trees!”Bears in the woods!“Oh dear God, please don’t let them get me,”
I yelled as I sprinted for the car, “I can hold it until I get home,” and that
was that!

Many of us experience fear in various forms.Usually it is fear of the unknown.Putting my trust in Jesus was my
solution.It could be your answer
too.He is as close as a whisper.”I call upon Him anytime I am in trouble and
so can you!

Yes - - I suppose I might be able to attribute some of the
blame to my Dad for, in a way, he unknowingly planted the seed.However we truly can’t blame parents or
people for our terror. The source of all fear is from Satan who is the deceiver
and destroyer.He is the one who desires
to rob you of your peace.

Since those childhood days, I have filled my heart with
scripture verses that I repeat when I feel afraid.The Bible instructs us many times:Do not be afraid and do not worry! Here are a few of my favorites:

2Timothy 1:7For God hath not given us the spirit of fear;
but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.

1Peter 5:7Casting all your care (fears and worry) upon
him; for he cares for you.

1John 4:18There is no fear in love; but perfect love
casts out fear: because fear hath torment.

7 comments:

I'm afraid I may have instilled some fear into my girls too... but I hope that like you and Robert, I've pointed to the lesson you've shared here about not fearing anything in this world that sits in our Father's hand is subject to Him.

Hazel, you always have the best stories with the greatest advice. My mom was a scaredy-cat, and I'm afraid that I got some of that, and passed some on to my sons, too. But, I'm glad to say that they're a lot braver than I am.

You're so right - all fear has its origin in the enemy. My problem is that I listen too much to his lies. Fear arises in an uncertain world, and wondering what will befall us. Overcoming that has to be based in the Word of God, where we learn that HE is in control of everything. And, loves us more than we'll ever know.

It is amazing how one comment or one thought can put fear into our minds. 2 Timothy 1:7 has been my "go to" verse whenever I struggle with fear. It is always good to be here with you, Hazel. Blessings!

My mother used to tell the story of how she and my grandmother used to pick blueberries in the woods, until one day they spotted a bear in their favorite patch! She had an understandable fear of the woods after then, but so often, we can carry the fear for years related to a casual comment. Praise God that His perfect love casts out all fear! Thanks for the great post & for hosting, & God bless!Laurie

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I am a widow as of 04/14/17 when my husband Robert went to heaven. I am an ordained minister but am retired except for an occasional wedding or funeral. Sharing about Jesus is a passion and that is why this blog has been set up. I write true stories with a spiritual twist.